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Twenty-sixth Lotus

Lin? I do not think that you need to add Bell back to the schedule after all. He came back a little sick but now he is running a fever and is not feeling well at all.

Do not worry, Stoneface, I will still be able to work and take care of him too! He is just stubborn. But I do not look like myself. My hair is now yellow. And it stands straight up.

It is very hard to open doors with the gloves, too.

Bastet, when you are free, I would like to talk with you please. In person.

[ooc: Youth is Super Saiyan Vegeta. His outfit also glows in the dark, but he hasn't noticed this yet.]

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[Youth is humoring him...or something. This is supposed to work the other way. But it is just too much effort to manage good sarcasm and witty remarks in this condition.]

[After a few moments, Bell is pretty sure he is now getting too cold, if feeling the need to shiver is any indicator, though he doesn't think his skin has cooled down that much. With a sigh, he raises a dripping wet hand and runs his fingers along Youth's forearm.] ...oh. So, what do you want from it?

...I think I'm cold.

[He's playing along partly so that Bell is still talking, and partly as a distraction. It's so much easier when he's not actually thinking about the connotations of what he's saying.]

I want you to feel better. I do not like seeing you not feeling good. [He's fairly sure Bell is making a sexual offer, but that's really not a good idea. Bell needed his energy to heal. Youth frowns at Bell's statement, reaching over and feeling Bell's forehead.]

You need to be warm. You have a fever; somehow I need to keep your temperature from being severe. I think you need to be in here a few more minutes. Here. [Youth grabbed one of their washcloths before glancing at himself. The shirt had short sleeves, but it was going to get wet likely. Quickly he undid the buttons and dropped it off to the side, leaning over to dip the cloth in the water and gently dab the areas of Bell that weren't submered.] Your fever was very high. I want to make sure that it is lower before we get you back in bed.

Edited 2010-07-30 08:18 (UTC)

...if you want to make me feel good... [Well, ok. He didn't expect to be taken up on the offer, even if it did sound really good right now (and even if Youth just spent 5 days Bell-less and, he could only assume, sexless). The loose afterglow feeling would have been a wonderful contrast to this ache his body was suffering right now. Youth's hand was just the right temperature, not too hot, not too cold. Youth all over him would have been perfect.]

I was already too warm. [He sniffled and faintly grinned as Youth treated him to a (well, only halfway and purely functional) striptease before sponging him down. Take it all off! he thought. If he was going to be stuck sick and weakened, Bell supposed, he might as well be treated to some eye-candy... Except not even eye-candy could keep his tired eye open.] M'kay.

[He leaned over a bit farther to give Bell a kiss on the forehead.] I think that should wait until after you are not feeling bad. We do not both need to be sick. [Sure, things would feel very good, and he had missed that along with Bell. But Bell was weak. It was obvious in every movement. Youth didn't want to weaken him more.]

You were too warm. And you need to be warm so that your body heals, and not too cold. [It was so much easier to read Bell when the scarf was gone. Then again, it wasn't like he needed the grin to tell him what Bell was thinking when he looked at Youth. But the trouble Bell was having staying awake confirmed for Youth that his decision was right.] Please try to stay awake for a little longer. I do not think it is crucial; if you cannot then that is all right. But it would be good to know that you are aware until you are tucked in.

[The bath had probably gone on long enough. He didn't want to leave Bell in it too long, and it felt like the right amount of time. Youth pulled down a towel and draped it over his shoulders. It would be easier to wrap Bell in it.] Are you ready to get out? If not that is fine, you can stay in longer.

[That was true, he didn't want to get Youth sick, and he very well could if they even attempted anything, but logic wasn't high on his body's priority list.]

Uh yeah... [Resting his head on the side of the tub, he dragged his eye open and barely nodded. Yeah. Awake would be good. People died when they were asleep--people died when they were awake, too, but alert was good. And he couldn't make much sense of anything anyway, even his thoughts, so awake was about as aware as he was going to get.]

Sure, ready. [He held out one hand, while using the other to balance himself on the tub's edge, and stood shakily. He still felt warm, but Bell was fairly sure he was cooler. Youth had accomplished that at least.]

[It looked like even keeping his eyes open was taking a lot of effort on Bell's part. The look on Youth's face was worried, eyes and forehead both reflecting this. Youth pushed Bell's hair back from his face.]

I have you. I am here. [Youth wrapped the towel around Bell, a little more concerned about supporting his partner than fully drying Bell. Water might actually help him stay cooler, but he wouldn't want to be soaking wet. With care he guided Bell out of the tub.] Lean on me and I will get most of the water off. Hold on however you need to.

[He works quickly, not wanting to make Bell stand any longer than he has to.] And next we are going back to the bedroom where you are going to lay down, and I will be getting you cool water to drink.

[Worrying Youth is the last thing he wants to do right now, and he is afraid Youth might send him to Wellspring too. Bell did not like medical wards. He leans into Youth's touch.]

...Thanks. [He gives a small smile.] Such a dangerous offer. [He rests his cheek against Youth's bare shoulder and puts an arm around the man's waist, not making an effort to grope or molest, though he does press a soft kiss to Youth's neck just before he is done being toweled off.] ...ok. Just...don't go to too much effort. I'm sick, not dying. [He turned away from Youth to sneeze.]

[Neither of them liked being stuck tended to by doctors or nurses. Youth would only take Bell there if things looked serious. He didn't want to make Bell even more miserable.]

You are welcome. [He smiled back, shaking his head.] I said need. I did not say want. [The gentle kiss is reassuring.] I do not go to too much effort. I go to as much effort as is needed! [Carefully he assisted Bell to the bedroom, trying to help but not too much.]

[When Bell was settled Youth got out the aspirin and grabbed a glass of cool water, bringing them to Bell.] Here. These will help as well.

...but what if I need it too? [He just hoped Youth didn't get his cold.] Yeah, sure. [His enthusiasm was tiring, though reassuring and a little encouraging. Just a little.]

[Bell made it to the room without incident and settled down on the bed, trying to situate himself on the pillows in such a way that he was propped up. Accepting the water and pills, he drank them down and rested back against the pillow, closing his eye.] So...I guess you have things to get back to, huh? [Not that he wanted Youth to leave; he just didn't want to monopolize all of his boyfriend's time with playing nurse if Youth had more important, or more desirable things to do.] ...or...can you stay?

Then I am sorry because you will have to wait until you are feeling better. [He would do what he could to not get sick himself.] I am sure. [It was the old argument, the normal one. In a way it was comforting.]

Things? [Youth pulled a layer of blankets over Bell, trying to not put too many on. Catching a chill would be a bad thing, but so would overheating. He gave Bell a gentle smile and climbed on top of the blankets next to him.] I can stay. I would like to stay. Let me know if you need anything.

...I'll try and be patient, then...

mm hmm... [Things, like working for Stoneface, or cleaning around the house, or playing with Lotus. Or television or books. Anything not related to taking care of a sick pervert. The blankets felt nice, and right now, he didn't feel too warm. He dragged Youth's arm over to him, holding, almost hugging his arm as he tried to rest.] ...m'kay.

[After a few moments, he did think of a request.] More tissues. I'd say your plush, but ...I think Lotus has it. [Right now, at least, Bell had the real one to hold onto.]

Good.

[He'd carried out his shift this morning properly, and he would have another shift tomorrow. Books and television were far from as important as Bell. If Lotus needed or wanted him Youth would check on his son, but right now he could be here. Youth embraced Bell with the arm and cuddled his partner before nodding. Half-sitting-up, he grabbed the tissue box and tucked it next to Bell.]

I think that he does too. Yours is... [There was a pause and a goofy, awkward look on Youth's face.] Between the bed and the wall. When you were gone...

[But Youth might want time for himself. After all, Bell took time for himself in abundance, particularly for reading, so he thought he would offer the chance to do the same. Youth was, after all, a busy man. Many people wanted a piece of his time. With his tissues now close by, Bell could now somewhat better not-"cuddle" cuddle with Youth.]

[Bell raised a brow and kind of glanced in the direction Youth means, though it's too much of a headache to really look. His voice was genuinely curious and confused, not at all hinting at what Youth might have been doing with the plush to cause that.] uh...how'd it get there?

[Youth wasn't a loner. Youth liked being around people, talking, hanging out, enjoying nature, doing. He wasn't often found just sitting around unless he knew that someone was coming by. Time, Youth felt, was meant to be shared.]

I was sleeping with it. [He really hoped this wasn't when Bell decided he was too sappy and pulled away.] After Lotus fell asleep I would pull it out and before he woke up it would get tucked back away.

[Maybe Bell just expected to be told 'I need my space' someday and be closed out, however open Youth seemed now. People got...tired of being around other people sometimes, especially someone in their life, without doing much for them, as much as Bell was in Youth's.]

Ah. [He was starting to drift off, and his voice was slowing with sleepiness more than before. He didn't surrender Youth's arm, though. He needed something to sleep with.] ...going to start stashing me between the bed and the wall...so the kid doesn't know?

[Bell was pretty much stuck. Youth was a little like a barnacle. Give him something to latch on to, to believe in, to care about, and he was invested. And any aloofness on Bell's fault not only made him seem all the more familiar and important, but reinforced that he was a challenge.]

No. I am keeping you. And Lotus knows. [He reached up with his unclaimed arm, gently stroking Bell's hair as his partner drifted off.] I am not ashamed of being with you.

[So even if Bell wanted to get rid of him, attempts to push Youth away would only make him hold tighter at this point. Bell was stuck, wasn't he.]

...oh, good... [Bell kind of liked being kept... He was getting comfortable in bed now when he broke into a coughing fit again. After catching his breath, Bell settled back in with a new tissue in hand, his eyelids feeling even heavier.] ...Probably should be...pervert.

[Yep. He should have roomed with someone easier to get rid of. Granted, if he really wanted to get rid of Youth, cruel words and actions could do the trick. But since Bell likely didn't want to resort to that, he was stuck.]

[His embrace tightened slightly around Bell as he coughed, trying to give support.] It is too late to be concerned about that. Even if it worried me, which it does not. I love you.

[He could have gotten rid of Youth a long time ago, back when they had first discussed it. It was too difficult then, and still too much work, to go about looking for a new roommate. He was stuck. Bell supposed he would just have to...learn to live with it.]

[Bell didn't feel he needed the support but...it was nice to have, if he was honest with himself, if he didn't worry too much about seeming weak.] ...I see. [A yawn, which ended in a short cough and a clearing of his throat. His words were fading off.] Ok, then.

[If it was too difficult back before he'd promised Youth he'd be Youth's challenge, it would be way too difficult now.]

[Even if Bell was weak, Youth would never hold it against him.] Sleep well. [He really didn't expect a sentimental response. That wasn't Bell. Youth kissed the back of Bell's head and settled in, content and watchful.]

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